Seeing how defensive Silvy was getting, Kyle decided to back off—for now.
He leaned back, letting the tension ebb from his posture.
"Fine. What you do in your free time is none of my business. As long as you do what I ask, I won't interfere."
He said evenly.
Silvy eyed him carefully, her brows narrowing. His sudden shift in attitude made her suspicious.
"So now you're the easy-going type? What, no lectures? No self-righteous questions?"
She muttered.
Kyle offered a faint smirk.
"I don't have the energy to pry into people who clearly don't want to be understood."
That earned him a short, amused exhale from Silvy, though she didn't smile.
She turned her eyes back to the road as they walked, but after a moment, she asked.
"So, what's your deal anyway, Young Master? Don't think I bought that 'expanding business' story for a second."
Kyle didn't hesitate.
"I'm here to stop the rebellion."
Silvy laughed. Genuinely laughed.
